"One!" Zaroth shouted as he charged at his second target.
The paladin raised his sword, ready to meet Zaroth's daggers.
A second after a metallic sound echoed around the grand room.
Both Zaroth and the paladin felt a small shockwave spreading around their arms, but Zaroth, thanks to the fact that the blades on his weapons were smaller, meant that he would feel less resistance.
Mimicking the things that he had read in that book when he was in the library, he twisted his body in an unnatural angle, and a split second later, his left dagger had pierced the paladin's arm, making use of the small crack in the man's armor.
Bringing his face close to his enemy, Zaroth opened his mouth and let out a fire breath.
His skill might have been ineffective earlier, but what about now when they were so close to one another?
The man screamed as he felt his skin catching aflame, and the way his skull began to melt.
